Meghan’s eyes flit back and forth, like a computer processing data. She says, “I don’t know what’s real.” “You’re real. I’m real. This moment is real.” But even as he says it, he isn’t sure. Barry studies his ex, thinking how she looks like the Julia of old, that black weight of Meghan’s death back in her eyes. “Which set of memories feels more real to you?” he asks Julia. “One isn’t more real than the other,” she says. “It’s just that I’m living in a world that aligns with my daughter being alive. Thank God. But I feel like I’ve lived through both of them. What’s happening to us?”
